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You wake in a dark space. The unknown surrounds you - you can make out some engraved patterns in the ground below you, but beyond a couple of feet it becomes impossible to make out any detail, none of the edges of your supposed prison are visible. You try to move your arms, only to find that they're tightly bound behind your back, some kind of soft, but strong material holding them together. Similarly, your legs are bound holding you into a tight kneeling position. You can feel the cold, smooth surface below you, perhaps stone, but the pervasive silence is deafening. You wait in your solitude for an unknown amount of time, it feels like an eternity but it can't have been long because you don't begin to hunger or thirst. You begin to hear a percussive pattern, akin to hooves, approaching from somewhere behind you. A voice breaks the darkness, with a slight rasp,

"So you're finally awake - this is good, we need you conscious for our... activities. Don't worry, you're our... guest of honor, so we'll begin soon: I trust you haven't been waiting for too long?" You realize that the steps have stopped, but the speaker is clearly making a large circle around to your front as they make their presence known. You attempt to respond - but find that you can only make grunting noises, unsure how you managed to miss whatever is in your mouth holding your tongue down and jaw in place. Unsure what the stranger in the darkness is planning, a second voice rises from behind you, much louder and deeper: you surmise it must share an owner with the hoofbeats, based on the lack of audible movement from the first speaker.

"Listen, can we finish this and get out? I agreed to help you out, but I don't want to be down hear any longer than I have to be. Place gives me the creeps." You hear some further scuffling - some directly in front of you, some directly behind you, mostly a noise that based on what you heard you surmise could be a hoof tapping on stone behind you, but neither voice resumes for a moment as you hear what sounds like pages being turned. You're briefly distracted by how they could possibly be reading any kind of book in the blackness that surrounds you, but finally the original speaker breaks the silence:

"We begin." The two voices start to chant - in front of you, a song in a language that you do not recognize, behind, a basso rumbling hum accentuating the hypnotic melody. A soft glow begins to permeate the darkness from in front of you. It gradually brightens, but does not actually illuminate any more of the room. Similarly strangely, no matter how bright the glow gets, your eyes do not seem to need to adjust - until finally, the light explodes outward, expanding into a sea of specks akin to the night sky. The space that encompasses the specs is illuminated perfectly all the way to the wall behind it, but this lit space is like a reversed shadow - currently cutting a large circle out of the darkness, but illuminating only that which lies beyond it.

In this space, you can now make out one of your supposed captors. A humanoid reptile stands before you, snout raised so that you can't make out its face, arms spread, and long tail coiled around their feet. They are nude, and you can clearly make out every curve of their body even at this distance, well accentuated by the swirling patterns of their black and red scales. A neatly folded cloth material lies off to their side - possibly a discarded robe. On the ground in front of them, where the lights originated, lies a large rectangular object - you assume this is the book you heard, but as far as you can tell from the angle you are at, the book appears to be empty.

The chanting continues as the lights begin to swirl across the room, you can make out that there is an intricate pattern carved into the ground around you, but you don't have enough of a frame of reference at any point in time to glean too much detail - the lights keep moving, as if searching the patterning. You don't have enough freedom of motion to turn behind you, but after the lights have circled the room they begin to rotate faster, spreading out to cover only the engraved pattern. The effect is very disconcerting - in large portions of the (now visibly *very* spacious) enclosure around you, the floor is glowing brightly, but you once again cannot make out the figure directly in front of you or any of the walls, the lights from the floor doing nothing against the darkness above.

After a short time, the lights begin to stop, now matching the design laid in the floor (or at least, as far as you can tell), and you finally understand what surrounds you. Before you lies a massive engraving of a dragon's head and forelegs, lit seemingly from below by an unearthly glow. Without being able to turn behind you, you can only imagine that the space behind you is equally as large and contains the back half of the dragon, placing you at the very center. You realize that this means your two visitors must be positioned just outside of the pattern, with you inside with whatever the starry field is made of.

"It is done. And now we wait." As the figure in front of you speaks, you realize that the chanting has halted for some time now. As if in response, the stars begin to lift off of the engraving again, starting from the very front edge, close to the reptilian humanoid, but now you can make them out as if they were part of a solid shape. As the light lifts, it seems to be lighting the area around it more like you would expect, as you begin to be able to make out the walls around the edge and get a true sense of scale for the chamber.

As the lights to your sides rise above you, a heat rises with it, as if you're feeling another presence occupying the same space you are. A third voice rings out, seemingly coming from nowhere, yet also from everywhere, all at once. "I am called from my slumber, what is your wish?" You realize just how massive the draconic frame has to be, even if you were standing, you wouldn't be able to reach its underside.

The figure in front of you looks up at the starry beast, kneeling as he responds. "I have provided a suitable vessel and would request ascension into dragonkind". The dragon appears to be examining him for a moment, and then surges into the air, leaving behind small dim clouds of lights where its forepaws had been resting, turning and condensing before landing entirely in front of you. During this motion, you witness those clouds disappear into the feet of the distracted draconid that started all of this. Their focus is too intent on the summoned specter to have caught the motion - apparently unaware of the invasion into their being.

Now that the dragon is small enough to fit entirely in front of you, the light patterns are defined enough to make out what you believe are individual features. The large head lowers to you, the maw still large enough to swallow you whole, and almost nudges against your body, as if curious. When it does, you feel a surge of heat as the tip of the snout overlaps with your body, before drawing back and regarding you as a whole for a moment. You almost swear that you see catch one eye winking at you - before the dragon's neck turns to regard its summoner. It rings out with that unearthly drawl once more.

"This is... acceptable." At this, the dragon's attentions return to you as it crouches low. Your eyes widen as you realize what is about to happen, and the entire figure surges forward, converging on you. The same sensation of heat from when it nudged you earlier returns, but many times stronger as you are once again plunged into darkness, every bit of the scintillating form now inside of you.

The heat is overbearing, you strain against your bonds in the darkness. Slowly, you realize that there's no pain with it, and another voice enters your mind, this time clearly from inside of yourself, low and sultry. "Oh, it's so nice to not have to keep up appearances - they always expect so much pomp and circumstance. Listen, I don't have much time before all of this needs to begin, so I'll explain, but I'm taking over now, I just need you to not panic."

You begin to struggle, but all you manage to do is fall over, the internal heat so overpowering you don't even feel the impact against the cold stone below you. The voice returns, sounding exasperated now: "Of course not, that never works. Well, I'm sorry for everything you're about to do to yourself."

Even with the heat, you can feel a pressure in your jaw. As you focus on it, you feel pain in the back of your mouth as your jaw expands, your newly sharpened teeth also cutting through the gag in your mouth. As your face pushes forward, the bridge of your nose also swells out. The pressure from your nose forces you to squint, though enough of the pressure is relieved as your nostrils align with the sides of your jaw that you are able to open them again. With your eyes reopened, you now see a strong glow coming from where your mouth still advances forward, though the glow also begins to spread backward towards your throat as you watch. You can also make out a glowing shape in front of you, two pillars of dim light that are slowly filling upwards. All around you, dimmer colors dance in your peripherals, a vast contrast to the darkness from just moments before.

The voice accompanying you seems to sense your confusion and elaborate: "Magic! A front row seat for what is to come." It seems pleased with itself, but you're not sure how you know that. You can feel your neck and throat beginning to expand, and now that the pressure is gone, you run your tongue across your teeth. Not only has your entire face significantly enlarged, every tooth is now razor sharp and your jaw seems to keep going on forever as you slowly sweep your way around. The two pillars in front of you have now reached a point where the light is coming together, some of it pouring backwards and spiraling back to the ground. At this point you realize that whatever the glow is, it is filling out the shape of your captor, similarly to how the glow you had noticed inside of yourself was making its way back and down.

Whatever the illuminating substance is, what had gathered at your face is almost entirely out of view by now, the pressure building in your neck as you continue to feel it grow. A small amount remains, gathered around the top of the bridge of your nose, as you feel small nubs pushing up from it. There's an odd sensation in your head, and then it feels almost heavy. You notice are no longer in control of it, as you tried to continue exploring your mouth with your tongue, but you still feel every motion it makes as if it were your own. Your internal companion comments "Excuse me, I need to borrow this for a moment," almost as if speaking about using a knife or some other insignificant ask.

You can feel your lips purse, and then the grooves in front of you burst into flame. As the fire swiftly spreads around the room, confined to the carved pattern in the floor, you panic as you feel your hair burn off and that the binds that were holding your hands and feet are now gone, but then realize that it is leaving your skin untouched. As you are still on your side from when you fell earlier, you push off of the ground with your arms and rise into a kneeling position. You still have no control over your head, but you get a view of the lizardman as you stabilize on your knees. Your vision is slightly nauseating at first, now that the flames light the room, you have a sensation of being able to see both the swirling colors you are now able to make out but also a more normal view of the room. The parts of the lizardman that are where the dim glowing substance has gathered have a strange quality to them - you can make out that they appear smoother than his upper body, even at this distance, and that is progressing upwards with the glow.

After attempting to turn your neck to get a first glimpse of whoever is (presumably still) behind you, you're reminded that you don't have control over it currently and that it is just a dull weight on your shoulders. You reach up to find that your neck has swollen much larger than you realized, being as wide as your shoulders and covered in a rough texture. As if in reaction to this knowledge, the pressure moves down to your upper back and shoulders. Startled by sudden expansion at the shoulders and pressure near the joints, you lean forward. The slight tipping combined with the increased weight from your head and shoulders forces you back to the ground. Landing heavily on your hands, your head tilts upward to keep the changing reptile in view.

The cloth that had been lying to his side has been engulfed by flame with the lighting of the arcane pattern that has been put into the floor. This has gone unnoticed by its owner, who you now notice has an erection from observing your status as you change and is intently staring at the book that lies before him. The book, though it is clearly in the path of the blaze, lies unblemished. As you watch, his penis seems to be tensing and slightly enlarging in a slow beat, and the line between his smooth lower half and scaled upper half is encroaching in the same time. "Almost ready," your mental companion comments, "You can have yourself back until it is time."

The sensation from when you lost control of your head returns, and you find yourself able to lift it. The first thing you notice is how long your neck is now - as you look down to get a good look at your body, you can feel it curve. The second is that your arms are now much thicker and covered in scales. Your fingernails fall off as your fingers thicken up, and claws extend from the tips of each finger. Looking at your shoulders, the joint has split. An additional long bony protrusion extends from each shoulder, looking very much like additional arms with ridiculously long fingers. A thin membrane has begun filling in from the joints along the new structure.

Craning your neck further back, you watch as the scale pattern sweeps all the way down your body as your spine extends. Your hips expand, your arms and legs resettling to better suit quadripedal motion. A sudden faint clopping noise reminds you that there has been someone behind you this entire time - a large minotaur is kneeling down picking up a pile of cloth, facing away from you. Their fur is nearly entirely black, with white tufts down the side and at the ankles. As you watch, they pull the cloth - a long robe - over their body and walk over to the entrance behind you, they turn back and lean against the wall, sliding down until they're fully resting on the floor, watching.

At this point, there is almost nothing on your body that would hint at your prior human form. Your entire form is covered in scales, a long tail flows backward and occasionally twitches subconsciously, not yet fully under your control. Your arms and legs have adjusted under you, now fully suited to be moving on all fours, but you believe your now front feet have enough dexterity for fine manipulation still if you so desired. You possess a pair of large wings, the membranes now formed and the structure folded against your back, which you realize is also more flexible than it was before as you twist around while examining yourself. The two things that still really haven't changed much are your penis and your size - despite having the shape, you are still nowhere near the size of the image of the great beast that started all of this.

Your eyes widen and you startle yourself by forcing a gout of flame from your nostrils when you feel your cock and balls drag backwards into your tail, as the flames begin to die down around you. Despite pulling fully internally, you can still faintly feel their presence if you focus on them as your penis begins to swell. The flames begin to die down around you - the outer ring still glowing enough to make out the room, but significantly dimmer. Your back and belly begin to bulge outward, your hips pushing backward as you start to gain in stature to befit your new shape.

A shouted word makes you snap your attention back to the lizardman. His penis is grotesquely large at this point, long enough to be resting on the ground despite the fact that he is standing and his entire body is now scaleless. He has a pronounced grimace on his snout, with arms spread, and a swirl of colors around both hands. Your ever present mental companion comes back with a slightly panicked tone, "Looks like the game is up, my turn!"

This time, you feel control over everything get wrenched from you, and suddenly you find you can once again only see in the swirling colors from before the fire started. You have a sensation of floating, so you look down and see two major clumps of colors. One of them is very clearly the outline of a dragon, slowly, but visibly, stretching towards a more proper size for such. The other is where the lizardman is, it's more of an amorphous blob, with two concentrated orbs that the rest is swirling around.

You move your focus to where the minotaur should be, curious as to why there is no color concentration there, and are startled when you find yourself opening your eyes to see the backside of burgeoning dragonflesh. With the dragon facing away from you, you can see his penis coming into view out of its hideaway at the base of the tail. Despite keeping pace with a generous size increase, its shape has remained roughly unchanged since the beginning. Two thoughts begin to nuzzle at the back of your mind: Firstly, this time, the spirit forced you all the way out. Secondly, whatever it has planned for right now, it has an erection.

You realize that in the confusion since you've woken up, you haven't considered what is going to happen at the end of all of this. The nagging voice that has started to push at the back of your mind also notes that you aren't going to get a better time to deal with the dragon than now, while it hasn't reached full size. Noting that you must be in the minotaur's body, feeling the weight of his thick horns atop of your head, you reach down and feel two hand axes hidden under the robe.

You come to a quick decision: unleashing a ferocious bellow, you draw the axes and charge at the dragon, focusing on the base of the tail. You are able to quickly close the gap, striking at the leg, intending to hamper its movement to get a chance to strike again. The axe hits home, cutting into the flesh, but as it bites into the dragon's haunch, you feel a short burst of pain as if it were your own. You stagger from the shock, the dragon rears up and turns his head to eye you. He growls loudly, and the thick tail whips over, knocking you down towards the leg you just struck. As you stumble and fall, you observe the wound you caused swiftly closing, and the growth rate redoubles as the steady march to becoming full size continues.

Now under the dragon, it drops to the ground, pinning you under its groin as its front legs land heavily back on the stone. The front legs push back off the ground, opening your view to watch as the lizardman unleashes a wave of colored lights at the dragon's head. Before they can reach it, the dragon flexes its forelegs during a burst of growth, and you watch as a similar lightshow travels down the legs into the ground. When the lights reach the ground, they dissipate, and you feel a vibration under you as the stone itself warps in front of the dragon, shifting and cracking in waves that put the lizardman off balance.

The lizardman's eyes widen as he is knocked on his back, muzzle forming into a grimace. He rotates and begins to try to claw his way away from the circle. His legs are shrinking and he is also flailing them to try to make purchase and push away faster, but their efforts are ineffective. The dragon stares down at his pathetic attempt and clamps the lizardman's long tail to the ground with a forepaw, closing his claws around it and effortlessly beginning to drag the lizardman back into the center of the room.

The lizardman is still progressively converting into his own penis, his legs almost gone and upper body beginning to be outsized by the mammoth member. The dragon's head follows as he pulls the lizardman into position by the groin, where recognition seems to come across his face as he sees you stuck to his erection that by now matches you in length. The recognition fades to an almost devious look as the lizardman's tail is stuffed unceremoniously into the opening that the erected human cock is extended from.

As the lizardman is drug into the waiting slit by his tail, you begin to feel sensations from his penis as his diminishing upper body is pressed between the two. You feel a tugging at your mind again, resisting it as you feel clawed fingers close around the minotaur's form. You're lifted off of the ground, and stuffed in between the two dicks that are morphing to match each other in both size and shape. You're pinned again, but this time in darkness as the dragon drops heavily on top of you, lying all of the way on the ground.

Stuck between two dicks, and with the full weight of the dragon on you now, you can feel the changes as the cockflesh swells forward and the belly bulges out, wondering how large exactly that the beast on top of you is going to get. The dragon creaked and swelled around you, and after a short period a portion of the weight is lifted as you find yourself eye to eye with its giant head. The maw opens wide enough to take in both penises (and you, being between them), and it begins to suck. As it sucks, it uses its long tongue to drag your body back and forth along the phallic pillars of meat.

Finally, the dragon reaches its climax, the small chamber you're trapped in flooding quickly. It holds you in place with its tongue as it swallows, and once it is finished it wraps its tongue around the base of its dicks, cleaning them off as it slides its head back, pulling you into its maw as it does. You get just enough light coming in between the teeth to see as the head tilts back, and you fall to the entrance of its throat as it swallows. As you're being dragged down into the belly of the beast, you feel a strong tugging at your consciousness as your vision fades to black.

You snap back to consciousness in your own body, now done growing as you observe that you take up most of the room. A weight fills your belly, the minotaur now resting within you. You turn around to face the entrance, relieved that the growth stopped while you were still within range of being able to leave. The spirit chimes in: "And that... was for attacking yourself while I was trying to focus. Listen, I'm going to rest, but when I wake up I need to hitch a ride and have you take me back to my study, I really should've had that summon spell go both ways."

You feel the spirit's consciousness go dormant, but remain present, and begin to follow the passage to see where you end up. As you start up the passage, you feel the weight in your belly increasing, but it doesn't feel like you're changing. As your underside swells further, you realize that it's the minotaur inside of you that's becoming something new - he's becoming an egg. You quickly return to the chamber as you realize that it's not going to be waiting to come out, and prepare for its departure.

As the egg moves into position and stops growing, you begin to push. You clench your teeth and growl as the pressure builds, stretching your hole as it begins to slide out. Your forepaws grip into the carved stone floor below you, claws further cracking the ritual circle that had been damaged by the earlier waves through the surface. You feel your twin dicks press against the egg from the inside, attempting to erect themselves as you're working through getting the minotaur's now ovoid form back out, but blocked as it makes its slow progress.

Finally, the egg fully emerges and clinks against the stone floor, the hardened surface more than sturdy enough to keep it safe against the impact. Your penises follow it out, springing to attention, but you ignore them as you roll the egg into a corner, ensuring that it is slightly hidden in the deeper rubble on the other side of the room. Satisfied that it won't be bothered until you can return, you return to the exit of the chamber. You come out of the passage on a cliff on the coast on a clear sunny day. Surveying the entrance to remember where it is, you knock some rubble down to seal it off and further ensure that the chamber will remain unvisited until you can return. You leap down and come up into a glide over the ocean as you return to freedom at the beginning of your new life as a dragon.